Control
Command your forces into formation—every click sharpens your ranks into an ironclad front, ready to repel any assault.
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They came without warning. By dawn, the streets choked with shambling corpses—growls echoing through abandoned subway tunnels, rotting fists pounding on barricaded storefronts. Our communications died at 3:47 AM. Power grids failed sector by sector. You’re reading this because you’re still breathing, still armed, still *human*. This isn’t a drill. The City Guard assembles at first light: scavenge weapons from overrun police stations, fortify safe houses, burn every infected block before the hordes spread. Meet at the clocktower with whatever you’ve got—hunting rifles, Molotov cocktails, crowbars. One rule: shoot straight, aim for the head. Gear up, lock and load—our city’s counting on you. Join the fight *now*—before it’s too late.
